


people fall in love in mysterious ways

by Pixie_Rose



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: F/M, Fluff, Romantic Draco, he wanted to make it perfect for her, he wanted to surprise her, present fic, proposal, walk around london, west end show
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-12-11
Updated: 2017-12-11
Packaged: 2019-02-13 13:28:17
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,347
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12985032
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pixie_Rose/pseuds/Pixie_Rose
Summary: After months of careful planning, the day that could change their lives had arrived. Draco had plans to make this the perfect day for Hermione. All that he needed for it to be perfect was her to be happy, and when the time was right to utter the one syllable which would change the course of their futures.





	people fall in love in mysterious ways

**Author's Note:**

  * For [captaindkirk](https://archiveofourown.org/users/captaindkirk/gifts).



This day had been three months in the planning. After a year and a half together, a year and a half of bliss, that he never thought would ever be possible. 

Loving the same girl since he was eleven was hard, especially when most of his life he had been made to hate people like her. It was five years ago, when Voldemort died, that Draco finally realised that his family was wrong. There was nothing better about their kind…. Blood purity didn’t always make you a better person, a better witch or wizard. It certainly hadn’t in a lot of the cases he knew. He vowed that day that he would make amends for all the wrongs he had done, all the hurt he had caused. He hoped it would be enough, especially in regard to Hermione. He hated how he had been brainwashed into treating her, and that it had taken him so long to see the error of his ways. 

 

It had paid off, they had been together a year and a half when he had decided to take it to the next level, to marry the girl he had loved since he had first laid eyes on her when he was eleven. Three months, of careful and meticulous planning, later, and he was ready to propose. To ask the most important question he could think of ever asking anyone. He was hoping more than anything that she would say yes. 

 

He had planned that day down to the last minute. It was a rare day that neither of them needed to go to work. Despite that, he had woken up earlier than usual and was stood in the kitchen of the little flat that they shared making her a full English breakfast, her favourite indulgence. He was making it the muggle way as she was always adamant that it tasted better. 

The hob was on. Eggs were mixed and ready to be cooked, beans and tomatoes were sat ready to go on, bacon and sausages were nearly done, bread was fried. Coffee-pot was on and nearly done. Yes, he knew there were some elements missing to a  _ traditional _ full English breakfast, some were different, but this is how Hermione liked hers, and that was the main idea for the entire day. Everything needed to be what she thought of as perfect. 

He suddenly heard movement in the bedroom, so sneaked over, as quiet as he could, to see if it was Hermione stirring. As he poked his head around the door, he let out a sigh of relief, it was just Crookshanks. Thankfully Hermione was still sound asleep. Breathing slowly and steadily, a clear sign that she was no closer to waking than she had been when he got up half an hour ago. 

He went back out into the kitchen and started finishing up the last things for the breakfast, he plated up what was already cooked and put the eggs, beans and tomatoes on. 

He poured coffee into her favourite mug and even got some apple juice out of the fridge. He poured a tumbler full. When the eggs and beans and bacon were all done he put them on the plate and arranged the breakfast on a tray. 

He pushed the door open, by walking backwards through it. He gently sat on the bed, putting the tray down on the bedside cabinet and leaning down to wake Hermione up. She looked beautiful asleep, but she needed to wake up, he had learnt the hard way that she gets cranky if she has too much sleep as well as not enough. 

“Good morning,” he said, a smile on his face as Hermione slowly opened her eyes still waking up. “Did you sleep well lovely?” 

Hermione yawned and stretched her arms over her head. “Morning.” She smiled up at him, as she became more awake her expression went from sleepy to confused. “You look awfully awake for” she glanced at the clock her side of the bed “9 o’clock in the morning, on our day off.” She groaned, normally things would be the other way around; she would be awake and Draco would still be fast asleep.

She sat up, propped herself up on her pillows as Draco turned around to reach for the tray behind him. “That is because I have been busy.” He smiled, putting the tray on her lap, “making you this.” 

Hermione’s heart swelled, a smile slowly spread across her face. “What did I do to deserve this?” She asked.  _ What have you done? What are you trying to make up for?  _ She wondered but kept that thought firmly in her head. 

“Nothing,” Draco smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye which clearly showed he had something planned, which worried Hermione. “I just wanted to treat you, it is rare we both get a day off together nowadays,” he shrugged, as far as she knew it was only breakfast in bed, he was not going to spoil the surprises for later. “Tuck in before it gets cold.” he nodded to the plate of food. 

“What are you having?” She asked, as she picked up the knife and fork and began eating. 

“I wasn’t planning on having anything.” he shrugged. “That was until I smelt the food cooking,” He smiled. Getting to his feet he kissed her on the head briefly. “Going to grab some coffee and a sausage and bacon sandwich.” He turned to leave the room and nearly tripped over Crookshanks. As he left the room Hermione could have sworn he muttered something like “that blasted cat is trying to kill me, I am sure.” which she couldn’t help but giggle at. Crookshanks was only being protective of her. Or that is what she hoped it was. 

It wasn’t long before he returned, a tea plate with a sandwich on in one hand, and a mug of steaming coffee in the other. “Can I grab the brown sauce?” he asked, reaching towards the bottle he had put on her tray — knowing it was pointless giving her bacon without brown sauce. There was a time he wouldn’t touch this stuff, but apparently living with Hermione was changing him in more ways than he would ever have thought possible. 

 

Once they had both finished eating, and their plates were out in the kitchen being washed up, via magic, the pair of them snuggled up together in the comfort of their warm, cosy bed. 

“Have you got any plans today?” Draco asked, hoping she hadn’t made some last minute plan that she had forgotten to tell him about. 

“Nope,” she smiled, snuggling into his arms. “Well other than lounging around here. You?”

“Well…” Draco started hugging her tightly. “That would depend on if you mind about having your plans to stay here being ruined?” 

“Well, that will depend on  _ why _ they are being ruined...” she said, looking up at Draco’s face, hoping to see some sign as to what he had planned. 

“You will have to wait and see, won’t you.” He smiled, before leaning down and kissing her. Gently at first, before pulling her into him and deepening the kiss. 

They broke apart after a few moments. “How about we start by getting out of bed?” Hermione suggested, with a frown on her face. She was comfortable here, but if he planned on leaving the flat then they needed to move now, or they would never actually do so. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, as he was settling back down. “Maybe in five or ten minutes?” He ran his hands to her waist, pulling her down to lay with him. She succumbed after a while and laid on her side, facing him and snuggling up for cuddles for a while. 

 

When they eventually got out of bed, nearly an hour after Hermione had suggested doing so, she jumped in the shower and took the quickest shower she had been known to take in her life. She returned to the bedroom, her hair and body wrapped in towels. She went to her wardrobe and grabbed clothes out of it. Opting for her favourite straight leg jeans, ankle boots and a turquoise jumper. She then sank onto the bed, to attempt to sort out her unruly hair somehow. 

She was just pulling her de-tangling comb through it when Draco walked in, his hair still dripping from his own shower. He sank onto the bed behind her as he began towel drying his own hair. Laughing at Hermione. “I still don’t get why you don’t just use magic on your hair.”

“Because it doesn’t make much difference,” she looked over her shoulder at him. “Plus I spent so long with mum doing it this way, then doing it myself that this is my normal.” 

“Okay,” he shrugged, still not being able to see her logic in it, but he wasn’t going to argue with her, not about something so trivial, and especially not today. 

 

Once Hermione had finished with her hair, and by some miracle got it into a French plait that looked really nice on her. They moved to the kitchen, she grabbed another mug of coffee before asking “so where are we going?” 

“Well….” Draco smiled, pulling two tickets out of his jacket pocket that was on his peg beside the door. “How about us going to the theatre?” 

Hermione strode over to him, and plucked the tickets out of Draco’s hands. “Are you serious?” She squealed, so high-pitched that he could only just hear her. “I have been wanting to see this forever.” She threw her arms around him. “Thank you!” 

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged, it wasn’t his sort of thing, but he knew she would enjoy it. Plus he’d heard, not that he can remember where, that it was closing soon. He knew she’d be heartbroken if she couldn’t see it before so, which was why he had thought of it when planning today. “The tickets are for the matinee showing.” He looked up at the clock on the wall, “so we have a few hours before we need to be there.” He hugged her back, after plucking the tickets from her hands and putting them safely back into his jacket pocket. “Anything you fancy doing between now and then?” He had main things planned, like breakfast in bed, the theatre trip and a fancy dinner for tonight; it’s all the bits in between he had made no set plans for, he wanted to let her pick, to make the day as special as possible for her. 

“Uh,” Hermione sank onto the sofa. She had never been great at being put on the spot to think of something; to recall the answer to a question that was a fact she could do at the drop of a hat; to give her own opinion on something, well that took a lot longer. “I have no idea.” She shrugged. “I’d be happy to just go for a walk,” she smiled. “I do love London in the late autumn.” 

Draco nodded, “a long walk around London it is.” He sat on the sofa next to her and settled back, leaning his hands behind his head. “But how about you finish that coffee first?” 

She looked down at her still half full mug of coffee and smiled. “Okay,” she took a large sip, she never drank coffee quickly. She liked to savour her coffee, it was the only acceptable way to drink it… unless it is an espresso. 

“You finally got your wish you know?” Draco said, “I am going to see the muggle London you knew so much about when you were a girl.” 

“Ooh,” that put a smile on her face. “Yes, you are.” There was a light in her eyes that scared Draco as she started listing off place after place where she had to take him… this was going to turn into more than a leisurely stroll around London by the sounds of it. 

“Hermione, lovely…” Draco started gently. “We only have a few hours.” He reminded her. 

“Uh huh,” she drained her coffee mug, and jumped up, suddenly full of energy. “We better get going.” She smiled, tugging on his hands to pull him up off the sofa. “Chop, chop!” She giggled. 

_ Yes,  _ he thought.  _ This was definitely a good idea. I have never seen her so chipper and alive.  _

Before they headed out the door she grabbed her coat, scarf and bag off the peg beside the door, She stepped out into the hallway, it was dingy, but it was better than nothing and affordable. Draco followed her out and pulled hard on the door, to make sure it had shut fully. Hermione had charmed the door to automatically lock when it was shut. He still marvelled at her magical talents. 

“Ready?” She asked, wrapping her arm around his as they headed to the lift to take them down to the ground floor to head off into the city. 

“As ever,” he smiled. “Just go easy on me?” 

“Always.” She pulled herself closer, forcing herself not to skip. 

 

An hour later, and they had already been to Trafalgar Square, she had shown Draco Buckingham Palace — apparently, it was where the Queen of England lived, he had no idea that the muggles had a damned Queen! They were now heading to Westminster… thankfully Hermione let them apparate between these places. She had been explaining the underground to him… the thought of it was absurd to him, he was glad he didn’t have to go on it! 

It was half an hour before they really needed to be at the Theatre, and Draco had begun to worry they would be late. “Love, should we head to the theatre soon?” He had no idea of what happens, and how easy it is to get to their seats. The last thing he wanted was to show her up and ruin the whole day by being… well him… a wizard in muggle surroundings. If they left enough time then he wouldn’t be rushing, and panic and show his clear lack of knowledge. 

“Uh,” Hermione looked at her watch. “What time does the show start?” 

He pulled the tickets from his pocket to double check. “Half past 2,” he showed her the tickets more to prove to himself that he had read it correctly. She nodded, so he returned them to his pocket to make sure he couldn’t lose them. 

“We have half an hour, it would take us that long to walk there. So how about we apparate to near the theatre and head in now.” She could see the panic that he was trying, and failing, to hide and wanted to make it easier for him as this was such a thoughtful thing for him to do. 

“Okay, sounds good to me.” he scanned the area around them for a place to apparate from away from prying Muggle eyes. Seeing an empty and somewhat hidden alley he pulled her into it. “Can you apparate us there? You know where you are going.” 

“Sure,” she placed his hand firmly in the crook of her elbow before spinning them around all the while picturing an alley off of Drury Lane, one she knew was always relatively deserted before show time; all the cast and crew would be inside the theatre and no one would have the need to use the stage door at this point in the day. “Here we are.” She said, taking hold of his hand she led a still slightly disorientated Draco out onto the street. “Welcome to Drury Lane, my love.” 

Draco looked around. To him, it just looked like a generic street, but then again all streets looked the same to him. Buildings on either side, that housed people or shops or something. Unless there was a building of interest to him there, he was never bothered other than getting where he wanted via the quickest route possible. He would apparate or use the Floo network at every available opportunity. “So… which one is our show in?” 

“This one,” Hermione said. Pointing towards the building they had just apparated beside. “This is the New London Theatre.” she smiled. It was as if she was showing him her old family home. He knew for a fact she wasn’t, but that is what it sounded like. She walked towards the doors and stopped suddenly when she realised that Draco wasn’t beside her. She turned around, holding her hand out she said “come on. We best get inside and find our seats.” 

Draco took a deep breath;  _ this will be fine, so long as she enjoys herself that is the main thing. _ He said to himself, taking her hand and walking into the theatre with her. 

 

Two and a half hours later, they exited the theatre. With matching smiles on their faces. Draco had been pleasantly surprised to find that he rather enjoyed the show, and was now wondering about making it a monthly thing. 

Hermione gave Draco a sideways glance and giggled. “Did you enjoy that?” 

“Yes, I did actually.” He smiled, giving her a sideways hug. “Where to now?”

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” Hermione joked. She yawned, with the fresh air the fact she was wiped out seemed to hit her all of a sudden. “How about we go home?” She smiled up at him sweetly. “I am wiped, I could do with a nap!” She yawned again. “Sorry, I am never this busy at work.” 

She snuggled into his arm, trying to not fall asleep in the street. 

“Home, it is.” Draco smiled, as he pulled her to a safe spot and apparated them back into their living room. To the shock of Crookshanks who gave a rather loud meow at the sudden appearance of them. 

“Sorry Crooky,” Hermione said, in a clearly sleepy voice and trying to stifle yet another yawn. 

“How about we get you to bed Missy?” Draco suggested. Taking her bag and coat off of her. “A nap will do you the world of good”  _ and I can then cook in peace. _ He mentally finished. 

Before she could give him an answer her scooped her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest he walked her into the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. As he did, so he noticed she was already asleep. He chuckled to himself before pulling a blanket over her and gently kissing her forehead. “Sweet dreams, my love.” 

He headed back into the living room area of the flat and flopped down onto the sofa. Crookshanks joined him, rubbing his head around Draco’s hand, clearly wanting fuss after being left alone most of the day. “So, do you think she will say yes?” He asked the ginger cat beside him as he started giving him the fuss he wanted. He had grown rather used to the animal he had despised from before he lived here… thinking of it as a ginger furball. Now he sometimes wondered how he would be if they lost him. His family had never been big on pets… well not unless you counted Dobby. Which he didn’t anymore, and Hermione would kill him for ever thinking that. 

He knew he wouldn't get an answer from that cat, he also suddenly started feeling tired himself. He looked at the clock and knew he had about an hour before he  _ needed _ to start preparing for dinner, and he had a couple of hours before he dared go and wake Hermione. He closed his eyes for a bit, saying “wake me in forty-five, okay?” Not that he expected the cat to take much notice. 

 

Half an hour later he awoke with a start. He could have sworn he had heard movement from the bedroom. He must have dreamt it as all was silent now. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and stretched. “Time to start cooking.” He said, to no one but himself as even the cat had disappeared. He could probably be found curled up beside Hermione in the other room, which was good for Draco, he wasn’t the best cook in the world, he would be the first to tell anyone that. The last thing he needed was Crookshanks under his feet whilst attempting to cook a three-course meal, it was a massive task as it was. 

He opened up the cutlery drawer and removed the lists that he had left there a month ago, one per course. 

The starter was a simple salad, he planned on leaving that till last as it was the least time-consuming part of the meal. He glanced over to his main course list. He had planned on tackling a lasagne. A food they both liked. He went to the fridge and the cupboard and gathered the multitude of ingredients that he would need. He got to work cooking the mince, and chopping up the herbs for the sauce. Following the notes that one of the girls from work had given him, they gave him the ideas and told him how to do everything… now all he had to do was not fuck it up… which was easier said than done. He cooked in a daze, following along the instructions to the letter and not really realising how he was progressing. Or not until he had in front of him a fully made lasagne ready for the oven. He put the oven on to heat up before moving onto the desert portion of the meal. 

 

He had just put the lasagne in the oven and was tidying away what he didn’t need and had the dishes magically washing themselves when the bedroom door opened and Hermione walked into the living room and inhaled. “Are you cooking?” She asked. 

“Yes,” he smiled as he put the stock cubes back into the cupboard they belong in. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, striding across the room and pulling her into a hug, burying his face into the nape of her neck. 

“I am,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. Glad of his gentleness today. She pulled back. “Where did you put my bag?” 

“On the peg,” he nodded. He knew better than to put it anywhere other than where she would have put it herself.

“Thank you.” She said, heading over to it to retrieve her book.  She returned to the sofa and settled herself down, tucking her legs up underneath her as she began to read. Draco stood watching her for a moment, he always loved seeing her read, the level of concentration on her face, she looked beautiful in general, but he found whilst she was reading was the only time he could get away with more than a few fleeting glances. 

Finally, after Merlin knew how long, he shook his head, bringing him out of the trace watching her always put him in. He looked back over to the counters, trying to remember what he was supposed to be doing now. 

_ The dessert,  _ a voice whispered. He grabbed up the list. Looking at what he needed to make the crumble that he had planned. He grabbed the cooking apples that he had squirrelled away into a cupboard a few days ago, the flour and sugar and the butter out of the cupboard. He began making the crumble. Using the method he had found in a book somewhere around the flat. Once that was done, a large mess of over spilt flour and sugar later, he peeled and sliced the apples, arranging them in a dish, with some sugar and cinnamon before topping it with the crumble and adding it to the oven with the lasagne.

 

Suddenly he heard a voice directly behind him. “Are you done yet?” Hermione asked, snaking her arms around his waist. 

He turned around to look into her eyes. “Nearly.” He smiled as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Just let me tidy away and wash up?” 

She nodded. “Any chance of a cup of tea?” She asked, a glint in her eye and a beaming smile on her face. 

“Of course,” Draco smiled, waving his wand to the kettle and putting it on to boil. He knew there was still water in it. 

Hermione retreated to the sofa, and shortly afterwards Draco joined her, two steaming mugs of tea in his hands. He placed them on the coffee table before them. As he placed the one before Hermione he looked over “Milk and one sugar just the way you like it.” He settled back into the sofa and pulled her to him.  “Have you had a good day?”

“Definitely.” Hermione smiled, snuggling herself into Draco and hugging him. “Even though it was nothing like I had planned for my day off.” 

“Good,” Hermione could hear the smile in his voice. “It isn’t over yet though. I have one more surprise for you.”

“More than the fact you’ve cooked?”   
“Yes.” Draco nodded, a secretive smile on his face.

Hermione suddenly looked like a child at Christmas, she sat up and held on to his arm. “Tell me what it is? Please?” She hated surprises, he knew that better than anyone. 

“Nope,” he laughed. “It is a surprise for a reason, darling.” 

“Pretty please?” She began fluttering her eyelashes, something that she only brought out when she desperately wanted something. 

“That won’t work.” He shook his head, hugging her hard. “It is a good surprise, I promise. You will like it.” 

“Okay.” She knew when to give up, she had learnt when things were enough for him. “So long as I will find out tonight?”

“Definitely.” He nodded, “right at the end of the night maybe, but it will be tonight.” He murmured into her hair. 

 

Twenty minutes later, Draco removed himself from the sofa, trying to not disturb Hermione too much and drag her from her book. He started preparing the salad. Once it was all chopped and in a salad bowl he turned the oven off, leaving both the lasagna and crumble in there to keep warm. 

Once that was done he set the table. Placing candles in the centre, place mats on opposite sides, with cutlery and plates and wine glasses on either side. He opened the bottle of red wine he had brought for just this occasion a few weeks ago. Placing it on the table to breathe he rushed into the bedroom, finding the one thing he needed for this night to go anywhere near smoothly. Placing it in his pocket, hoping it wasn’t totally obvious in there he returned to the dinner table. Lighting the candles with a match he’d got from the drawers.

“Hermione,” he called. “Dinner is ready now.” 

She looked up. “Smells delightful.” She found her bookmark, where it had fallen on the floor and came across to him. “Do you need a hand with anything?” 

“No.” He smiled, pulling out the chair in front of him for her. “You can pour the wine out if you want?” 

“I can do that.” she nodded, taking the bottle and pouring each of them half a glass as he grabbed the salad. 

Taking the salad servers he put a couple of loads on his own plate before pushing the bowl towards her, saying “help yourself.” 

They ate in companionable silence. It was something they were both thankful for in the other. Neither of them had the overwhelming need to fill a silence with unimportant chatter. 

Once she had eaten the small amount that she had put on her plate Hermione laid her knife and fork down with a small clatter. “Don’t you want more?” Draco asked, looking up. 

“No thank you.” She smiled. “I want to save room for the rest.” She inhaled deeply, she knew she could smell pasta of some form. Which made her happy. 

“Okay,” Draco nodded. “Makes sense.” He soon finished what was on his plate and taking both of their used plates to the sink and charming them to wash themselves up he grabbed the lasagna out of the oven. “I just hope I didn’t make too much.” He sighed as he placed the rather large dish on the table. 

“That smells fantastic!” Hermione beamed, it was her favourite too. 

“Thanks.” he said as he started cutting into it, giving each of them a generous amount. 

“We can always put the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow, or in the freezer for another day,” Hermione suggested.

“Good point.” He smiled, as he scooped out the pasta and put a piece on each of their plates. “Tuck in.” 

Hermione did as she was told, taking a sip of her wine, which was perfect with the pasta she was now eating. She was beginning to worry about when this surprise was going to happen, beginning to wonder  _ if _ it was going to happen. She wasn’t going to bring it up though. He said it would happen and she trusted him. She would just have to be patient she could do that. 

 

Once both of their plates had been cleared, Hermione even had seconds. Draco rose to his feet and moved their unneeded plates out of the way. He retrieved the still warm apple crumble from the oven and brought it over to the table. “Custard, cream or ice cream?” He asked as he went to grab bowls. He didn’t mind which accompaniment he had so let her choose. 

Inhaling the tantalising scent of her favourite sweet. “Ice cream please.” She smiled, the heaven-sent smell filling her nostrils reminding her so much of home and Sunday dinners. Ones that she missed, it had been far too long, but she had no idea if the reversal of her memory charms had worked well enough. She couldn’t bear the heartbreak of turning up on their doorstep for them to not fully know who she is. 

“Ice cream it is then.” He got their trusty tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer and brought that as well as the bowls back to the table. 

Hermione picked up a serving spoon to begin dishing up, but he placed his hand over hers. “That can wait a moment.” He smiled. As he sat back in his chair. 

“Hermione,” he smiled over the table at her, still holding her hand in his. Which by now was slightly shaking. “What is your last name?”

“Uh,” Hermione looked into his grey eyes. “Granger…. But you know that, you used to always call me that.” 

“May… maybe…” he faltered. Clearing his throat and slowly breathing in and out, he tried again. Rising out of his seat as he did so. “Maybe it is time for someone to change that.” He smiled, getting down on bended knee and pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket. “Hermione Jean Granger.” He inhaled, “will you do me the honour of being my wife?”

A smile slowly spread across her mouth, “yes.” she squeaked. 

“Really?” Draco asked, shocked. It was the answer he wanted, but he was so worried that she wouldn’t say it. 

“Yes, Yes I will marry you Draco!” She got up and pulled him to his feet, he quickly slipped the ring onto her finger, it fit her perfectly. With no adjustment charm needed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, deeply. Forgetting, for now, all about the apple crumble going cold on the table. Or the ice cream that was slowly melting. Her entire focus was on her new fiancé, the man she would marry and have a life with. Despite everything, all the past she couldn’t imagine a future without him. 

Draco was smiling, he couldn’t believe his luck. The love of his life had agreed to marry him. This tops the day she agreed to go on a date with him, and the day that she told him that she forgave him. This was the happiest day of his life… well so far at least. 

**Author's Note:**

> Hope you liked this :) it was a nice new ship for me to write. Merry Christmas lovely!! xoxo


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